Assalamughaw brother, all the yards,
girlfriends, enemies and kents.
The descendants of the war here fought and grew,
Brothers rose, many rose.
From the soul to all those who are always near
Begg to the end and who fell with me.
Bitch response to those who are under us
Everyone has proven someone stone.
Happened to be killed painted smoke in the sky
Kooko Pirosmani, here is a hot wind.
The smell of Anasha still smell of dewen
The smell of sweat of sports is only one reason.
This area remains my family
These pieces, never let down
Thanks to God, I stay alive,
Although he watched as we were all sinned.
Whatever to survive the lists, stole, plowed,
Who was beaten, and for someone clan.
Whatever to pick up the cashier, check your mass,
Strokes on the fly, lying to sleep.
Shared with all the last, piece of bread,
There are no more rats, it's probably damaging wherever.
And let them say with the words behind us,
This unit will put such a block immediately.
All cities with love of Kazakhstan,
All districts of different cities,
Everyone who had fists instead of Ghana,
And whose asphalt was scored in blood.
